“Really, it isn’t fair that Mayhem got mail and I didn’t.” -Chaos

“Hello?! Hello?? Anything in there for me??!” -Chaos

“Hmph. I didn’t want a silly tiara anyway. Macho boy kitties so don’t wear tiaras.” -Chaos

…pair of shorts.

“zOMG, there’s a monster hanging on the exercise bike handlebars!” -Chaos

“Hey, big kitty, why so poofy? Oh, look, something different.” -Mayhem

“Looks like Mayhem will be the first to die in the undoubtedly sharp jaws of the monster…” -Chaos

“Y’know, big kitty, I don’t think this is a monster.” -Mayhem

“She’ll see the truth, when she dies in terrible agony, devoured!” -Chaos

“In fact, I think this is a pair of Mom’s shorts.” -Mayhem

“Monster shorts that have probably already killed Mom, leaving us poor, starving orphans!” -Chaos

“Poor Mayhem. She had such a short life and such a brutal end.” -Chaos

“Um, big kitty? Right here. Alive. Whatever.” -Mayhem

“Here I go, into mortal peril.” -Chaos

“This is the end, my friends, the end.” -Chaos

Please note that neither melodramatic cats nor drying shorts were harmed during the making of this post. I hope you’ll forgive the crappy pictures. My camera seems to have trouble with poofy black cats. You’d think there’d be a special setting.

I hope everyone has a great holiday weekend (if you’re in the US) or simply a great weekend for everyone else!

“Scritches! Will purr for scritches!” -Mayhem

This fascinates and freaks me out every time she does it.

“Not seeing what the big deal is, Mom!” -Mayhem

“Whatcha doin’ there, big kitty?” -Mayhem

“Duh. No way is Mom keeping me from having direct contact with the furniture. Hey, does this towel make my butt look big?” -Chaos

“zOMG, big kitty, your butt, it is huge!” -Mayhem

“I’ll get you for that, my pretty!” -Chaos

“Um, big kitty? You can’t really see where I am with that towel over your head.” -Mayhem

“Hmph. Another perfectly good plan, foiled.” -Chaos

“Big kitty? Are you going to sulk all day now?” -Mayhem

“Go away, May. You can’t see me. I’m invisible.” -Chaos

“Sheesh, be that way. Wow, you’ve done a lovely job of getting lots of fur on this freshly vacuumed chair, big kitty.” -Mayhem

“Why, thank you, May. I think it’s some of my best work to date.” -Chaos

Anyone going to the Anya Bast and MaryJanice Davidson signing at Uncle Hugo’s tomorrow? (I’m totally going for Anya Bast… specifically to get a copy of this book. *ahem*)

First up, Jeanne’s cat Puddinhead, looking very thoughtful with her crossed paw.

“I have deep thoughts.” -Puddinhead

Next up is Deb’s kitty, Sammy.

“Yeah, so there’s ‘nip on the floor – what’s your point?” -Sammy

Doesn’t Sammy look like a long-haired version of May?

“Just call me Samhem.” -Sammy

Deb’s kitty Tigger really got into the ‘nip.

“Dude, this is good stuff.” -Tig

Sammy finally did get into the spirit of things.

“Whoa. The room is spinning…” -Sammy

“Yee-haw! Time to paaaaaaaaaaaarty!” -Tig

Meanwhile, back at the ranch… (Because I’m pretty sure I can’t get away without including one of my cats in a post!)

“Who needs ‘nip?!” -Chaos

Have a good weekend!

“While I’m very pleased that Nicole sent me a furry hot pink happy birthday mouse, I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean for you to try to pass it off as a tiara, Mom.” -Mayhem

On Sunday, my baby girl turns three. *sniff*

She was a wee mite of three months when I brought her home from the rescue org in September 2006, but that never stopped her from taking on the big kitty:

“Take that, big kitty! I’m not afraid of you!!” – Mayhem
“Good grief!” – Chaos

She’s still as sassy and energetic as ever. Happy birthday, MayMay!

“Oh, goody – presents! Bring ’em on! I better get a Panther Princess Tiara this year. Sparkly, furry, and hot pink, if you please.” -Mayhem